So, I imagine you're wondering what "berry picking" could possibly represent in the world of life and work and soaps.
But sometimes "berry picking" is just "berry picking," and berry picking
is what I did with my daughters today. But the bags we carried home
included far more than crazy good blueberries (sometimes things really
are as good as you imagine they can be). Our bags included broccoli
(sometimes you have to be willing to climb through lots of underbrush to
get to what you want), peaches (often the best things are worth
reaching up and shaking a few branches to get to), cucumbers (sometimes
the giant leaves hide the real thing, sometimes they just hide the place
where the real thing USED to be before everyone found out about it),
and, the best, best thing--eggplant (never give up on finding what you
really want--it's there, just sometimes a step farther than you're used
to looking).
Well, I guess "berry picking" may not be just "berry picking" after all. All
that tasty goodness, some time in the fresh air, and a learning
experience too. Who knew a giant field could be so full?
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